On the secret beach

When we’re not thereOr if we arethe wavesdraw up resolve To putter out on shore. Great energy, momentumDissolves in frothy white.The rest draws backto charge on blue To roll a course infinite. — After two years of serious COVID-anxiety, I flew to Mauritius. In the two weeks there I planned to write, read and exercise.

shoulders undressed their cheeks

                A merry poem from the archive about summer’s sunny kisses. Vintage postcard image courtesy of Postcard Diva.

A day too fine for words

Trump such sultry sunshine with a screen? That will not stem creation. The words set out for basting in the warmth; crossed the bridge at Embankment station. The Thames and sequins on its skirt, scintilled in summer brio. The words, now on the move, snacked on radishes a frio. — Thursday, 3rd July was such

Sun Doves

Your greatest treasures in actions and thoughts are how much, how gently and how gracefully you let silent persimmons fall into your lap. — I’ve written about fruit again. (During the summer I wrote “Summermelon” and “Pakistan’s Gold” – An Ode to a Golden Mango.) I’ve once again also turned to life instructions and direction.

29°C

toes ran free from socks shins bared their flanks shoulders undressed their cheeks to receive warmth’s kisses Swans passed on their water-fed passage. Yes, nodded heads in the flowerbeds, this is summer sunshine in Regent’s Park. 13 – 14 July, 2013 — Enjoy the blissful summer weather, if you’re circa London-towne. Drink water; wear a